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Xenia Monroe
Just a little screwed? Oh no, this was way past a little screwed. Try ruining your life. That's were she felt she was.
All Xenia did was let her guard down for just a little while, and it ended up being the biggest mistake she'd ever made. She was speechless when she found out--how could this happen to anyone, let alone her? This was not how she planned out her life, this was not what she ever imagined for herself.
Ok, think about it later. . . now it's time for school. Plus, that thing could have just been. . . wrong, right?
Xenia exhaled deeply as she stepped out of her room, tugging down on her denim shorts. Her step mother stood at the base of the stairs, staring up at her step daughter. She knew something had to be up for Xenia to be acting like this. It wasn't her. . . she was always so talkative, so lively, so out there. Right now, she barely came out of her room to eat. Xenia hadn't meant for anyone to notice it, not that it was really that hard to. But it was working on the two people she needed it to; her boyfriend, Alex, and her father. The two men in her life had no idea that anything was wrong, and it seemed like they wouldn't even figure it out unless it slapped them in the face.
She had gotten to the point of blowing people off; she never went out, never did anything she used to enjoy. That she had done to Alex many times during the last few weeks, and honestly, she was shocked he hadn't asked her about her strange attitude towards him, or anyone else-- or better yet; why she wouldn't talk to him about it!
"X," her step mother wrapped her fingers gently around her arm, so she wouldn't keep running from her. "What's going on? Is something wrong? Xenia, you know you can trust me with anything. Honey, keeping it on the inside wont help anyone. Not you, not me-- what about Alex? What do you think he thinks of this? He has to be just as worried as I am, baby girl."
Xenia stood there just a moment as she took in the words, but once again, she just shook her head and pulled away. In her deep, sky-blue eyes, there was nothing but tears, however she would never let them fall. Not in front of her, or her best friend. "It's just. . . it's-- it's nothing, it's really nothing. And Alex and I are fine, ok? Please just let me get on with my day."
With those last few words, Xenia pulled away and walked to the kitchen to get her keys and lunch.
Please let this get better. . .
Believe it or not, she couldn't handle this. The thought, just the thought, of this actually happening made her even sicker than she already was. Maybe, somehow, Alex could figure it out on his own. . . she didn't want to tell him. She was really scared he would leave her to be honest.
She walked out to her car and began her commute to the high school, her hands shaking so badly she had to stop to calm down a few times. But, eventually got there unharmed.
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Jason Smith
On the other side of town, Jason was laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling as he briefly thought of his beautiful girlfriend, Ivy. Honesty, he had never thought he'd get her. She was all he had ever wanted. Yeah, he was a little bit of a hopeless romantic.
A little is an understatement. . . I'm a total hopeless romantic. But who can blame me? I've got the life here; a beautiful girlfriend, a wonderful, understanding and caring best friend--
He cut himself off on that thought, it made him think about how his best friend had been acting. It was kind of weird, you had to admit. Even he had a hard time figuring out why exactly she had been acting so strange around him, but then again, she and Ivy had never, ever, gotten along. That worried him as well, it made him feel a little bit. . . like he was in the middle of their arguments.
Jason turned onto his side to get a glance at his alarm clock, and it read; 7:45. Oh, ha, mister trouble maker was late again, eh? No big deal, to anyone but him. To him, it was a very big deal. He was already applying to collages, this would kill him in the mean time. So, Jason hopped up and began to hint for something to wear.
No, no-- why is this even here? Oh, right. I took it from my cousin.
He moaned when he couldn't find anything really clean to wear. He hadn't had time to wash his clothes. . . give the kid a break. He needed it every once in a great while. This, was his time to relax and get away from school. He didn't want to waste it washing clothes. It was kind of easy to understand from anyone point of view.
He finally walked to his older brothers room and stole a plain white t-shirt and grabbed some of his jeans, before he was finally able to get dressed and go downstairs to get his keys from his mom, and or step father. Which ever one had taken them the night before. Most likely his step dad. . .
"Keys, I need keys to get to school!" He called as he walked into the living room to find his parents, both of them, on the couch, lounging back to watch T.V.
"Here," his step dad tossed them to him, without another word. He was too busy with the T.V.
"Thanks." The soft, barley notable murmur sounded from Jason's lips as he caught the keys and went out to his old, beat up truck-- the old beat up truck being a 1997 ford. He drove quickly, to get there faster. He was late as it was.